I walk with a swagger most don't have,
I talk with the sincerity some wish to have.
My words are honest and to the point,
My expectations are great and yet don't disappoint.
Life has molded me from nothing,
And yet from it expect everything.
My voice demands attention,
My eyes see through any deception.
My mind is a riddle none can solve,
My spirit something that will never dissolve.
The world is but my playground,
From being the rabbit I have become the hound.
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